To die of a broken heart.

When people look into themselves after the sun comes back up, 

do they feel any lighter than the darkness that overtook them the night before. 

It's easy to lie to yourself when you see your superficial expression.

But to look at the battered and bruised soul beneath and act as though you can simply

walk through clouded up streets with everyone else's pain and not catch any of it. 

Pain is contagious like a cold.

And then on the streets, everything and everyone is infected or infectious. 

I've been finding it really hard to not tap into anyone else. 

In a world of people, we are all expected to be completely independent spirits.

In a free fall, this is how I stay afloat. 

Some people hang on to the glorified man with nine inch nails, 

and the people who don;t understand it must be so strong. 

Ignorance to such a common desire is hard to decifer. 

What do we hold on to when faith is ever so elusive?

I survive without a ruler because I push through every wall as a realist. 

It's hard to be a realist when every reality that there is is dark and decrepit. 

When faced with such realities it's hard to know how to hold to your sanity.

There comes a time when you can't cling to the tears or the scars 

and no one has a clue where to go. 

Sometimes being trapped in such a mundane body will 

burn a fire within itself and choke you out. 

The most painful part of that is that part of the soul is found in the heart.

The heart that refuses to stop. 

I like to think that though the soul is everywhere, 

that it keeps us alive. 

A dead soul that leads the body no where is how people die of a broken heart. 

When you rip a piece of it out, none of the muscles know how to pump life into you anymore. 

No one truly deserves this fate, and yet it happens to so many...

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.